via Daily Prompt: Gate


He stood still staring at the gate,

Kept his hands locked behind,

In a repetitive manner,

Forming a pattern of fear.

Thinking over in a loop,

About the possibilities which supported,

The way he left her in a box,

Struggling against thinly disguised misogyny.

He kept on providing fuel to the gaslight,

Enclosing her into the smallest cell,

Joining every clue she found,

Engraved her in a trap behind the gate.




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